Kylan

April 25 The Rand-McNally “Lights To Literature”, Number II incense of an old book, yellow, mean pages, birthmarked with blemishes, worried, cracking spine the writing in the front and the ...

Thanks Cal and McHelpful! -- April 24 creekside we peel back the stones, sour and black yawning like toothless, miserly baby mouths, the bussed, cluttering insects, mercury-eyed, shell-backed fussy in

Hannah -- You know, I'm not sure I've ever critiqued something of yours, dollface. But regardless, I'd say it was high time that I did so and repay a little ...

April 23 maternity ward we had nine new babies delivered today, the huffing, ugly mothers, with groping fingers and lips parting into keyholes. we carried the babies into the nursery, ...

April 22 The View (prose poetry) It is a long way down. Beneath her hands, the iron railing is rusted and chapped, like thirsty lips. The metal is blotched, her ...

April 21 housewife the sagging poppy heads, sin on their green bristles, distilling. the envious parting lips, an exercise, a conspiring glance, hooded eyes, lashes condescending and jointed as spider

April 20 tides the porcelain curves and gleams like the unworked skin of a woman, widely traveled streetlight through the dipped blinds. the sink drips and funneled light from cars ...

April 19 Ninh Hoa, 1972 he saw her first, through the taboo haze of the tinshack canteen, the bald cueballs, the smoke in the room bloated yellow trapping him like ...

Shouldn't this belong in the Lyric Poetry forum? -Kylan

April 18 cats (ii) her fingers work the soil, pushing, mounding, shoveling trenches. she buries the papery, rooted bulbs in their holes, like dead soldiers – mum-faced and gassed. she ...

April 17 fugue i_ a milking of my lip tips, a slim drawing out, the eyes thump in their sockets: the hatching of new insects, slimy, stained wings, plastered to ...

Your title is spelled wrong. It should be "Haiku of Despair". -Kylan

April 16 snakes in the long grass look at em scatter thoraxes abdomens black-bodied as ants coming up from puckered holes bless their dead bless their wounded the slow fat ...

April 15 old saigon squealing strings, tightened, sobbing, the lady next door just lost her son; they have very little of him to put in a casket. those monkey-fingered viet ...

McHelpfulPants -- Fantastic. It's good to see some real poetry from a new member every once in a while. I thoroughly enjoyed your use of imagery and I like the ...